Elizabeth Gilbert Quotes

Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off all sound. Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light. Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast away all jeapordy. Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain. Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

Depression is a lot like that: slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program for total negativity will build into your system, making life feel more and more unbearale. But you won't even notice it coming on, thinking that it is somehow normal, something about getter older, about turning eight or about turning twelve or turning fifteeen, and then one day you realize that your entire life is just awful, not worth living, a horror and a black blot on the white terrain of human existence. One morning you wake up afraid you are going to live.

After my best friend jumped off the bridge, I knew that I was next. So-Paris. With forty dollars and a one-way ticket.

Suicide: Don't knock it if you ain't tried it.

Depression is a feeling without a cause. Mourning has a cause.

I might look successful and happy being in front of you today, but I once suffered from severe depression and was in total despair.

I always wished I had died, and I still wish that, because I could have gotten the whole thing over with.

It got to a point where I didn't care if I lived or I died.

Depression can take you into a black hole, so it is terrible.

I truly, truly suffered depression, to the deep core.

Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.

Suicide is the only way out.

God, if ever I have come close to wanting to commit suicide, it is now, with the groggy sleepless blood dragging through my veins, and the air thick and gray with rain ... I fell into bed again this morning, begging for sleep, withdrawing into the dark, warm, fetid escape from action, from responsibility. No good.

I wanted to curl up into a fetal position and start sucking my thumb, let my tears and dripping saliva pool under me. Sorry. I tried living, tried being sentient. Can't do it. Can't live in the same universe with that.

I would say that during the time that I was 14 and pregnant - I didn't even know what pregnancy was when I got pregnant - I was trying to do everything I could to harm myself. I said to God, "God, if you want me to die, then you're going to have to kill me".

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

I’m going to kill myself. I should go to Paris and jump off the Eiffel Tower. I’ll be dead. you know, in fact, if I get the Concorde, I could be dead three hours earlier, which would be perfect. Or wait a minute. It -- with the time change, I could be alive for six hours in New York but dead three hours in Paris. I could get things done, and I could also be dead.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

I wanted to die. I had a panic attack.

Suicide - when I think of it, to me it means someone had a lot of problems and they couldn't fight through them anymore. That's not cowardly. It's sad and nothing but.

Just think, right now as you read this, some guy somewhere is gettin' ready to hang himself.

When you've got nowhere to turn, turn on the gas.